Dear Mister...**strike out** no, too formal.
Hey there sweet cheeks *strike out* no, too forward.
To whom it may concern,
Full disclosure; before we move forward with this email, I
would like it to be known that I have consumed an adequate amount of alcoholic
beverages to intoxicate myself tonight. Three margaritas, two shots, and one
beer—because it was free.
I think it’s important to be open and honest with your
co-workers, don’t you?
So here I am, being honest. Drunk but honest. Or just drunk
with lust? You decide.
I like you so much it’s clouding my judgment and making me
do things I never would sober. Like write this letter.
I have a hopeless, foolish, schoolgirl crush on you when you
are the last person on earth I should be falling for. Did you know people
around the office call you a sadist? An egomaniac. An insensitive, arrogant
prick. Your bark is worse then your bite, and you don’t scare me. The fact is,
I’d love that bite of yours to nip at my bare skin while we’re both wearing
nothing but sheets.
For once I want you to look at me as more than one of your
employees.
And as long as we're being honest, that navy blue suit you
wear? With the crisp white shirt? It really makes me want to loosen your tie
and show you who’s boss.
Love,
Sincerely,
Yours.
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I open the company messenger app on my phone and scroll through the
executive names, knowing full well I’m about to break a policy. It’s the
company’s phone, and the company’s app, and I’m about to use it for personal
use. To flirt.
With my boss.
I close my eyes, find his name—next to it is a little, green dot,
which means. . .
He’s on the app.
I’ve never talked to him live before so this is a huge step, but
then again, it might be more fun to get his initial reactions to my comments.
Debating it for all but two seconds, I type out a message to him,
making sure I’m signed on under my LSY persona.
My text turns into a new message on the app and I wait on bated
breath to see if he will respond. Nerves prickle up my spine, my fingers
feeling numb, my mind playing mutiny with my heart just as little dots appear
letting me know he’s typing.
Oh God, I don’t think I’ve been more excited.
This was a fun book. Rome and Peyton worked together for years and Peyton had a crush on Rome pretty much the whole time. He was the jerk of a boss who scared everyone, but she could see something more in him. The emails between the two, which started their relationship, were quite amusing. The story was witty, but I had two small problems with it. The first is we never had the issue of who the leak was resolved and we didn’t get to see much from Peyton’s friends after she quit her job. I feel like they would have rallied around her when Peyton and Rome were going through their rough patch. If you overlook those two things I found the story to be great.
Sara Ney is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the How to Date a Douchebag series, and is best known for her sexy, laugh-out-loud New Adult romances. Among her favorite vices, she includes: iced latte's, historical architecture and well-placed sarcasm. She lives colorfully, collects vintage books, art, loves flea markets, and fancies herself British. She lives with her husband, children, and her ridiculously large dog. Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Newsletter | Website
Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.
Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!
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